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The only real difference between those two groups is the tax bracket.

Noel and Holly are here.

Kai and Mary are disgusting and adorable.

Ego and Sabrina somehow became even more nauseating after getting married.

Jack is glaring at everyone because apparently smiling causes him physical pain.

Remy Falco is taking bets on how long I'll cry during the ceremony.

The asshole has me at under two minutes.

And unfortunately?

He's probably right.

Because then I see her.

And the entire world stops.

Amanda.

My wife.

Finally.

My wife.

Jesus Christ.

I still can't believe she proposed to me.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and check her hand just to make sure the ring is still there.

Not because I don't trust her.

Because I still can't believe I got this lucky.

She's standing at the far end of the aisle in soft ivory lace that hugs every beautiful curve I worship.

Mermaid style.

Elegant.

Sexy.

Perfect.

Her red hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders.

Those pale celery-green eyes find mine.

And she smiles.

My mouth literally falls open.

No shame.